Post by NOELLE ARGENT on Jul 31, 2012 23:25:09 GMT -5
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Elle knew she was incredibly lucky to have had Babette teach her all the social graces, especially how to flirt. Unfortunately, not everyone had a talking feather duster/French maid in their head (or was that a fortunate thing?) to train them in the art of getting men to eat out of your palm. So Elle took it upon herself to help out her friends with the same problems as her. There was one in particular she wanted to help...Gracie Adams. Sadly, people tended to think Gracie was a bit of a bitch. Elle knew her friend wasn't, though! Gracie was a great person! But, like Elle once had, Gracie needed to be whipped into shape a little.
Tonight, Elle planned to let Babette take the reigns a little. She was getting together with Gracie to prepare for the masquerade, and Elle would be throwing little attitude tidbits in here and there. It would be loads of fun! Besides, you can't get ready for a ball without a friend! Even Mikey and his bros were going together.
...Mikey. Elle's cheeks flushed and her stomach flip-flopped at the thought of his name. They hadn't discussed it, but Elle knew he would be at the masquerade. She wondered if she would be able to find him, or if he would be able to identify the girl in the bright pink dress and Nightwing mask. Maybe they'd meet and not know it was one another; it would be just like the movies: slow dancing and intimate glances and a kiss before the unmasking. But that was silly; surely Elle would be able to tell if someone was Mikey? And even if they bumped into each other, what was the big deal? Hmm? They were friends! Elle batted all the hopeful thoughts of something more away. Elle needed to seriously get a grip on her feelings--what was happening with them lately?! All the butterflies and blushing was not something Elle was used to. Babette had expressly told her this when she had first awakened: no serious feelings. Love is nice, but we're here to play. So why wouldn't her heart listen?
Glancing at the clock, Elle jumped up. Good god it was late, almost time for Gracie to be over, and Elle was still in her pjs, curled up with an X-Men comic book. Babette swore, urging Elle to put all her things away ("Do you really have to keep those things? Just burn the comics already, they're not girly!") and jump in the shower. Elle complied up to Babette's idea about her precious comics; they were stored in a special box under her bed where no one could mess with them. Stripping out of her sweatshirt and shorts, Elle jumped in the shower before it had a chance to even warm up. "Fudge!" Elle swore (yes, that could count as a swear to Elle because it was a much prettier color than the legitimate f-bomb), scrubbing everything as quickly as possible while waiting for the water to warm up. Why had she had to get lost in her thoughts? She had made herself so behind she hadn't even gotten to grab her speakers. It was a rare occasion when Elle didn't jam in the shower. Oh, shit, she was doing that "thinking" thing again. Finishing up, Elle leapt from the shower like a freaking gazelle and threw on the typical undergarments and an oversized button-up shirt. Babette had warned her to wear something she wouldn't have to pull over her fresh makeup and hairdo.
Just as Elle finished combing her hair, a knock sounded at the door. "Coming!" She shouted, hurridly spritzing her curls with an anti-frizz serum. Thank god they were doing hair and makeup together, otherwise Elle would be hopelessly behind. Oh yeah, the door. Elle speed-walked to let Gracie in, greeting her friend with a smile. "Gracie!! Hey! Cmon in!" Elle ushered Gracie in, shutting the door behind her. Both Elle and Babette innerly jumped around in excitement; they were about to get ready for a freaking masquerade! Basically, every little girls' dream.
outfit: www.polyvore.com/noelle_masquerade/set?id=50734554
